Tommy snorted. "Oliver, have we don't anything that it's not mandatory?" He got in bed, dressed like they were ready to go out again. "I have less problem with the physical than... everything else."
He propped himself on his elbow and stared at his friend. "You wanted to be here. You're the one who basically told me that you were going to do this regardless of what I wanted and that I should suck it up. You could follow the rules as long as you got a way back home. Stop being a kid, now. She's a doctor. She doesn't give a damn about your body. You got scars. She won't ask, you won't tell, it's fine. Save your battles for the real important things."
He patted Oliver's arms. "Look, I'm sure they are not as bad as you think. They might be bad for you, because they represent something to you, but her? She cuts up dead people. I doubt they will even register."